Chapter 115

Admonition

Chapter 115

Admonition

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Studied by the fire road people and the blind man of Guigu together, specially filled in the cannon, Qingyang City shook the earth with a letter cannon, and the loud sound swept in all directions in an instant, and the enemy's horn and the shouts of the guards were all covered up in the terrible loud noise, a white-robed man carrying a huge war knife turned over and jumped down from the city.

Song Yang landed on the ground without stopping, and after crossing the moat, he walked forward for a while, until he came to the edge of the range of the bow and crossbow at the head of the city, and then took the dragon sparrow to stand beside him, and looked at the large group of slaves who were being driven and running in the distance.

Following Song Yang, Luo Guan also jumped down, the great grandmaster held a tall flag in his hand, and his arms forcefully inserted the flagpole deep into the soil, and the wind swept through the banner to hunt and unfold, and the two big characters of 'Changchun' dragon and phoenix danced.

The expulsion had just begun, and the slaves were still far away from Qingyang, but the banner in Luo Guan's hand was unusually tall, enough for everyone to see clearly. Even if you can't read, it doesn't matter, the great grandmaster's voice is long and far-reaching, and the words are clear and spread to the four directions: Chang Chunhou is here.

Chang Chunhou, such an important person, actually broke away from the cover of the fortress, brought only one person, and was exposed in front of the enemy's formation...... The commander of the army immediately gave the order: "Crossbow twisting, shoot!" ”

Regardless of whether it was Chang Chunhou who jumped down or not, it would not be wrong to kill him, and now that the drive has begun, a large area in front of the Fan Soldier Formation is covered by slaves, the cavalry can't be sent, ordinary bows and crossbows or ropes can't reach it, and the limited accuracy of the slinging arm will definitely not hit people, and the only thing that can be used is the heavy crossbow that comes with the army.

The distance is too far for a straight line to shoot, not to mention that there are countless slave crossbow arrows in front that cannot be crossed, and only the head of the ballista is raised to make the arrows parabolic, which will also greatly affect the accuracy. Fanzi prepared the crossbow, and the slaves continued to be driven forward, they were all Nanli people, without exception, all of them had heard of Song Yang's deeds, and when they saw the most magical marquis of Nanli from afar, they couldn't help but have a glimmer of hope in their hearts...... Maybe Chang Chunhou has a way to save us?

It's a pity that as soon as Song Yang opened his mouth, he directly extinguished everyone's hopes: "Qingyang is a heavy land, the front line of resistance to the enemy, you can't get close to half a step, where I am, within the reach of Qingyang's bow and crossbow, the more than half a step, there will be no forgiveness, no matter who it is." ”

The dragon bird held up Song Yang's voice with fierce force, and it went straight to the sky, loud and cold, and it knocked into the slave's heart so hard.

As Song Yang spoke, there was a sudden roar of barbarians demonstrating in the west city of Qingyang, and the mountain stream barbarians and stone guys who had taken over the city before all appeared, and they were not afraid of danger, they all jumped on the arrow stacks, their eyes were mixed with excitement and cruelty, and they stared at the people of Nanli who were surging like a tide.

The two sides were still far away, and the vision of the expelled slaves had blurred much by the time they reached the city, but the size and attire of the barbarians were very different from those of the short Nanli soldiers, and it was not difficult to distinguish them.

"Fanzi expelled the Nanli people to kill each other, it is a pleasure, Qingyang City can be burned in the war, but it can't fall because of the 'expulsion', if this is the case, it is a great shame for the Nanli world." From the words to the practice, it is clear that Xicheng is guarded by the barbarians, which avoids the suffering of Qingyang soldiers slaughtering compatriots, and also cuts off the unrealistic extravagant hopes of the people under the city. Even if it is not Qingyang and there is no great barbarian, if it is any city in the world, it will be a killer in the face of the expulsion

Then with a deep sigh, Song Yang's tone became low: "Moving forward is death, retreating is still death, there is no way to live, I can't save you... That's all you can do! As he spoke, he raised his hand and waved it vigorously.

The city got his signal, and another cannon horn sounded, and then an astonishing scene appeared: a huge white horse fell down from the city, and in a blink of an eye, the blue and cold Qingyang City was dyed white, and the soldiers on the city waved their hands vigorously, and a handful of white paper money, like heavy snow flying, before and after almost breathing, the paper money drifted with the wind between heaven and earth.

This is a send-off, an important town in the west, and the whole city is mourning.

Song Yang and Luo Guan were originally dressed in white shirts, and at this moment, both of them took out a white cloth from their arms and wrapped it around their foreheads, Song Yang's voice was loud, repeating: "All I can do is stop there...... Today for you to wear linen and filial piety, Nanli folks, Song Yang compatriots, there will be a day to meet in the next life!

With that, Song Yangzhen bent his knees and bowed respectfully to the large group of slaves he was about to see off. At this moment, the strings suddenly sounded low and pierced, and Fanzi's crossbow was finally ready, and the first volley came.

The big guy like the crossbow is inconvenient to carry, and it is already an amazing move that Fanzi brought more than 100 of them this time, half of them stayed in the west, a salvo, more than 50 giant arrows roared, drawing a quenching arc from the air, passing over the heads of everyone, and stabbing down towards where Song Yang was.

The essence in Luo Guan's eyes skyrocketed, and he raised his head to stare at the giant crossbow in flight, and then the essence in his eyes disappeared, and he stood motionless. Luo Guan's task is to protect Song Yang's safety, the great grandmaster who is known for his arrows has a great eyesight, and after looking around for a moment, he is sure that none of these arrows can hit Song Yang and himself, so he doesn't have to pay attention to it.

And Song Yang, who was indifferent in the face of the rain of arrows, still completed the kowtow seriously...... This scene fell into the eyes of the slave who was gradually approaching, and it was not a shock!

One by one, the long arrows landed, and none of them hit, and they were inserted crookedly beside Song Yang, but they caused an exclamation in the slave.

Song Yang got up and spoke again, still the first half of the sentence: "That's all I can do...... But beg me to kill the evil spirit in the sword, slaughter the dog, and avenge you! ”

At this time, the third cannon horn sounded in the city, and in the hissing of the zazai machine, the suspension bridge of the west city fell, the city gate was opened, and a team of 3,000 people strode out with their heads held high. The warriors were all dressed in plain clothes, with white cloth wrapped outside their armor, white cherry blossoms hung on Changge, snow spikes wrapped around swords, and silver lacquer painted on their shields.

Three thousand Nanli soldiers went out of the city and lined up behind Song Yang, forming a charging formation, and then the drawbridge was raised and the city gate was closed again.

Filial piety warriors, only go and don't return.

The soldiers carried a heavy burden on their backs, and with the command of the commander, the soldiers threw the burden on their backs forward, and the sound of gold and iron was instant, including falling to the ground and scattering, or swords or swords.

At the same time that the sword landed, the second round of crossbows from the Fanzi array was fired again, and the howling of the giant arrows in the air was soul-grabbing. This time, Luo Guan no longer stood still, and roared with a continuous shock longbow!

At this moment, there are no longer two people and a big banner in front of Qingyang City, and there are three thousand filial piety soldiers gathered around Song Yang, and the formation is lined up in a huge area, and if the giant crossbow flies over, there will be damage, and the golden light bursts and the long arrows follow one after another, and the sniper car crossbow is shot from the string.

Song Yang was still unmoved, stretched out his hand to point to the weapons scattered on the ground, and said loudly to the 'drive' army in front of him: "Give a farewell gift, take it if you like." But please remember one thing: in the battlefield, when the fierce blade is in hand, you are a brave warrior and a fierce soldier! ”

An inexplicable sentence, but Song Yang didn't explain anything, and didn't even pay attention to the 'expulsion', he turned his back to the slave and faced the three thousand filial soldiers standing behind him, and his tone was steady: "The body is skinny, and everyone should cherish themselves and cherish their lives." But on top of life, there is another precious thing. ”

Then, Song Yang leaned over, grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground with his five fingers like hooks, and stretched out his hand to show the soldiers: "For more than 100 years, Nanli has suffered endlessly, Yao chaos, strong troubles, and barbaric disasters have been endless, and internal worries have never stopped; Fangou is constantly bullying, swallow thieves are eyeing each other, and evil ghosts are waiting for opportunities in the 100,000 flood wilderness, and external troubles are coming day by day...... But even so, Nanli still stands proudly in Middle-earth. ”

"In the same environment, if you change it to Tubo, Da Yan, or steppe wolf, what other people in the world can build a country and persist for more than a hundred years. Now Song Yang and everyone present are so fortunate and fortunate that we have such a great ancestor, the ancestor of Nanli who can not be achieved by others and is difficult to become an adult. ”

"The ancestors have passed away, but they have never gone far, this barbaric country in the eyes of others is a glorious domain that they have worked hard for all their lives and irrigated by sweat and blood, and they are reluctant to leave."

"Where are the ancestors? The earth is incarnated, the blood irrigates the fertile soil, and the inch of soil under the feet of the children and grandchildren is the root and backbone of the parents and ancestors," Song Yang's hand holding the soil was raised high, and his voice trembled slightly: "The blood of the ancestors, as much as possible... Hide... In... This! ”

"Without this fertile soil, how can there be a golden harvest in autumn; Without the free world that our ancestors opened with their bones, even if we have a life, where should we live... Without this world, even if we have a life, where should we live! ”

"The Heaven Opening Axe of the Ancient Immortals can break the heavens and the earth, but it has cut off the many origins of the ancestors and Nanli, because you and my fathers and ancestors have already melted with this soil and this country! Under the loess, the remains of ancestors are buried; And the word Nanli is the glory of the ancestors! ”

"Without Nanli, there will be no ancestors; Without ancestors, what kind of life do you have? If the dog comes, I will kill it. When I died, I spilled blood on my homeland and buried my body in my hometown, and when I came back from the wind and rain, I turned into spring mud and turned into a blessing for my children and grandchildren; But what does Fangou have? Only the guest dies in a foreign land, and the corpse is exposed in the wilderness! ”

"Today's sons and daughters will eventually become 'ancestors', children can't remember your and my names, can't remember what you and I have done, and killed a few thieves, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, they know that the soil under their feet hides the blood of the ancestors, and now you and I are a drop of blood in the 'ancestors' in the future. This is the case from generation to generation, and because of this, Nanli's children and grandchildren should be inherited forever, and they will not be defeated in heaven and earth for thousands of years. ”

"The skin can be defeated, but the soul will last forever, and I will see you again in the future, good brother, remember to introduce me to the ancestors of your family, I should kowtow to the old man with you, and tell the old man: The child has done his best. Listen to the ancestors laugh and say 'good boy', that's enough! ”

The precepts of the filial piety soldiers, the sound was still loud and spread in all directions, even the farthest Tubo main array could be heard clearly.

After Song Yang finished speaking, he turned back to face the 'expulsion', at this moment the distance between the two sides was close, and the slaves who were running in the front could even see Song Yang's face clearly.

When the slaves saw it, Song Yang actually showed a smile to them, and said in an extremely serious tone: "Swear to cut the flag, please give way." ”

After the eight characters, his smile suddenly became hideous, and the sound boom was like thunder: "Where is Nanli's son?" ”

The three thousand filial piety soldiers behind him shouted in unison: "Here! ”

Song Yang was not satisfied, raised his voice and asked again: "Where is Nanli's son?" ”

Xiaobing's voice was hoarse: "Here! ”

Not only filial piety soldiers, but also roared in Qingyang City, the same two words 'here', drinking the forward military horses.

Song Yang's face was distorted, his hands clenched into fists, he jumped up and stomped his feet, and he still roared wildly: "Where is Nanli's son!" But after this question, he no longer waited for others to answer, turned over his hand and picked up the dragon bird treasure knife beside him, the huge blade pointed to the Chinese army commander flag of Fanzi, a word, all the cultivation erupted with the roar, and the words were like thunder: "The flag does not fall... I don't return... Good boy... Come with me! ”

Vigorously cheered, three thousand filial piety soldiers raised their shields, followed Song Yang to launch a charge in the flying yin money, and directly met the overwhelming 'drive' army, and Song Yang, who rushed to the front, turned the sword upside down, refused to rush at the slaves, and repeatedly shouted in his mouth in the wild run: "Seek the way!" Excuse me! Seek your way! ”

The whole city is covered with linen, the whole army hangs filial piety, the city of Changchun Hou worships the dying people, and the three thousand filial piety soldiers throw out the blades to do the 'parting gift', which encourages the filial piety soldiers before the war...... From beginning to end, Song Yang did not persuade the slaves: Don't attack the city.

The sword is on the ground, you can take it if you want to, and after picking it up, whether to be a Tubo pawn or a good son of Nanli, Song Yang doesn't ask, don't persuade, don't care, he only asks for two words: borrow.

Borrow a way and let him cut off the banner of the thief king!

As Song Yang asked, he borrowed a road; As Song Yang wished, he not only borrowed a road, but also borrowed countless lives!

The people were driven and stormed the city, and even willingly picked up wooden sticks and long ladders, hoping that the defenders would be merciful and let them in.

But the city of filial piety in front of you and the paper money in the air are ...... Tell all slaves four words plainly: the dead.

There is no way to live, and the last choice is left: how to die?

is crying to storm their own city, let relatives and enemies be happy, and let fans clap and laugh; Or spell out this skin, go to the netherworld in the future, and change the ancestors' praise.

The choice couldn't be simpler.

However, since ancient times, there have been very few mutinies and backlash in the 'expulsion', and of course it is not that the slaves are rigid in their brains and will choose the wrong choice even if they make such a simple choice, the real reason is: fear.

The key to 'expulsion' is to make the slaves really afraid, to fear those tiger and wolf soldiers from the bottom of their hearts, emotions are a very complex thing, if they are really intimidated, when the fear spreads from the crowd, the gods will not be saved.

The blood was suppressed by fear, and there was always a trace of luck in my heart, thinking that there might be a glimmer of life in the siege, how could there be a mutiny.

The tens of thousands of people who were driven away by Fanzi today were no different from the countless 'expulsions' in the history of the previous Sino-Turkish wars, panicked and emotional...... But they came across a city where their compatriots were clothed in linen and filial piety; I heard a precept about the glory of our ancestors; Met a group of Nanli soldiers who were already opposing but still refused to hurt their fellow clansmen, who still swore to launch a counterattack even though they knew it was impossible, and swore to cut off the enemy's royal flag.

Song Yang, who dared to lead the troops out of the city in the face of the expulsion, distributed swords to the slaves but did not ask for them, and still wanted to counterattack and charge the battle knowing that he would die.

You are a prince, and you are still stingy in life and death, and you only want to kill the enemy to serve your ancestors...... Is life really that important?

Three thousand filial piety soldiers launched a charge, and tens of thousands of slaves in front of them immediately dispersed to both sides, making way for the soldiers who were going to die, even if the fans in the rear could not stop it with arrows, and then something more terrible happened: not only to give way, but also to mutiny.

Mutiny in the name of the ancestors.

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